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I'm drunk, and wrote this in about a minute.
(Extra time spent fixing basic grammar)
I can't write a clever lyric I have no clue what to talk about I try to force something But something never comes Love, life, sex, drugs, adventure, living It’s all the same I can never single any one thing out Maybe I need someone to call me out In and out, in and out Consciousness is a funny thing Too much to understand To little able to be understood This is the thousandth time I've aked And come up with nothing Maybe I need to take another route And drift Lets turn the tables How do you feel? Is it everything you wanted? Is it everything you need? Lets wonder and wander Try to find a sense of belonging Try to find a sense of worth It's the same thing over and over Maybe it's time to shift the paradigm Look beyond the blinders Look beyond what's 'normal' And see what you've always known
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Step Back. Evaluate. Recognize. "All memory is really a form of regurgitation of undigested experience." -Alan Watts Last edited by Cerpin Taxt; 12-01-2011 at 09:40 PM. |
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